11 April 2012
I've met a boy. A good one this time. Not a cheater or a beater or bully or ex druggie or roid head ( yea I've been that lucky) and he's lovely and he's ginger and Irish and I'm missing him much.
He's been over to see his family or a week and I have missed him every day. I haven't turned into the psycho girl yet who openly pines for him or constantly tell him how amazing he is or how much and why I love him. No I'm still playing it cool.
So I know I like him because I've been checking my phone constantly, wishing he would tell me what he's up to, I've been missing him telling me how work was or what he has planned or tomorrow. I've been missing deciding what to cook or what we will do together. I've been missing his smell and his kisses. I've been missing his laugh and how dramatic he is. I've missed the way he talks to my dog and the way he makes me pull his finger. Iv missed the way he never even tries to make the bed and the way he always says "your feet are freezing!" I've missed EVERYTHING.
I must really like him!?
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